I worship the sun,
but I yearn for the
moon –
on full beam
yet tranquilising
our daytime hullaballoos.Gliding with grace,
an ethereal sister,
she illuminates the
quiet – casting
daily spells upon
our wrestless hive.“Why do you resist?”
She wonders, arching
around – silently
tracing her ancient
trail, to the world
turned upside down.The missing jewel
in that velvety crown –
she grows stronger every night.
A crescent transforms,
her orb takes flight – and even the oysters
hail the purity of her light.Layer upon
layer of humans
sleep – squares of silver
moonshine
barely tickling
at their feet.Electric ambers and cold,
white golds
seep through the veil of darkness – strange
little lights wink,
as machines
pretend to slumber.“Have you forgotten me?”
She whispers,
leaning in
for extra coverage –
radiant, peaceful,
shimmering through the clouds.“Never”, I reply –
chin to the window,
eyes full.
As the day’s thoughts
crescendo
she will always be my guide.
